Solange Daye

"You can't reject them. They are royals." 
"That is not a law," I cross my arms over my chest. "As soon as they acknowledge the bond between us, I will reject them." 
Mom takes another swig of the drink in her hand. "You can't. You are special." 
"Nyx doesn't make me special," I hiss. "She makes me weird." 
'I heard that,' Nyx replies from the other side of the room. 

***
For as long as Macy can remember, Nyx has been in her mind or by her side. Unlike other werewolves, Macy was gifted at birth with an ancient wolf who has lived many lives.
It is both a blessing and a curse.
Nyx being in her life has made it difficult for her to fit in, and she has remained an outcast.
To top it off, a damning prophecy hangs over Macy's head. Either she tames her mates, the Royal Twins, or death and destruction will come to pass. There is only one problem. She hates them, and they hate her. Years of torment and being called Crazy Macy has driven a wedge between them that cannot be removed or repaired. 
Macy isn't the only one with problems. The Royal Twins are keeping secrets of their own and are trying to find a way to find others like them. Little do they know, they need Macy as much as she needs them. 
With the world at stake, the three of them will need to put their differences behind them.

The Royal Twins and the Unforgiving Princess

　　Winston's fingers are playing at the entrance to my core, and I can't relax. The war within me is deafening, and I can't focus on anything but the dueling voices in my mind. One is telling me to accept my fate. The other is telling me to cuss them out.


　　"She's fighting it," Winston frowns to Edward. "We should leave her alone."


　　Edward leans in close, and his tongue runs up the side of my neck. A small moan leaves my lips, and Edward smiles at Winston. "Keep going."


　　Carefully and gently, Winston slides the tip of his finger inside me. My legs go stiff, and panic fills my chest. These two are clearly well versed in pleasing women, and I have never touched a man. The fear of doing something wrong is overwhelming.


　　"Close your eyes," Edward commands me.


CHAPTER 17 The Mate Bond Is Forming